I cried, I pretended

After school on Friday, because Ms. Song Yulan promised to pick him up, Song Mingwang waited at the school gate early.

"How is my son getting along with his classmates?" Song Yulan was more worried about this question than others, so she couldn't wait to ask Song Mingwang when she saw Song Mingwang.

After he opened the car door and finished, he put on his seat belt in a proper manner.

"Of course, they all like me."

After he finished speaking, he whispered again: "Except for someone."

"Really?" Song Yulan didn't believe him, and said doubtfully, "Are you sure it's not what you thought?"

Song Ming stared at him unconvinced, and emphasized: "Really! I also made friends."

As if to verify his words, the students passing by their car all turned their heads in unison, and looked at him in the car with their heads, as if they were very curious. Some familiar faces should be classmates and said hello.

"Look." He felt elated.

Song Yulan murmured in her heart that her son's brain might be bullied without knowing it.

"Is it true that no one bullies you?"

Hearing these words, a face appeared in Song Mingwang's mind.

But he didn't say anything in the end, not all because he was afraid of Song Yulan's worry, and because he was not a child, he needed an adult to support him when he was bullied outside.

At this time, in a high-end villa area in the city center on the other side, Cheng Wang stood in front of one of the buildings, stood there for a few minutes, and then opened the door and walked in.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a man waiting for him on the sofa in the living room.

"uncle."

Shen Bin hummed and motioned him to sit down, "Your mother is already asleep in the upstairs room. I have something to tell you."

"No, just say it if you have something to say, I have to go back early."

Seeing his attitude, Shen Bin was angry but helpless. He could only sigh: "I heard from your teacher that you haven't been to school for a long time?"

Cheng Wang didn't deny it either: "Well, there's something wrong."

"What's wrong with you as a student, don't let me fight, you were injured not long ago, if your grandma didn't tell me, I wouldn't even know.

Cheng Wang was injured on his hand, and he didn't tell anyone, but the first person noticed it, and he was quite surprised.

"I gave you the money on the card, but you didn't move it anyway?"

Cheng Juan said flatly: "It's nothing, I just can't find a place for flowers."

Shen Bin's face darkened: "Why not? Don't think I don't know that you work part-time outside."

He paused, and then continued to persuasion: "You know, since that incident, your mother has been weak and her mental state is not good. If you understand her more, think about it. Love your child?"

Cheng Lu lightly stroked the lighter in his trouser pocket with his fingers. The lighter was made of metal and felt cold to the touch.

He absent-mindedly replied, "I see."

Seeing his impatience, Shen Bin felt dissatisfied but knew that his position had nothing to say about him, so he could only sigh in his heart.

He lit the fireworks, and said again: "By the way, Nian Nian is also in your school. She is in the first year of high school. I don't know which class she is in. As an older brother, you must take good care of her. One more thing, the supervisor does not allow her to give me anything." puppy love."

Cheng Huan hummed, and his tone was a little cold: "Are you all right? I'll go back when I'm all right."

Shen Bin stopped him again: "Wait, you are going back to your grandma, right?

"Well, recently he suffered from rheumatism, and it hurts badly when it rains.

"Alright, you tell her old man to pay attention to her health. In short, you must go to school well for me, and you are not allowed to miss any more classes. I have to make an appointment another day to invite your principal to dinner. You are a sophomore in high school, so you should take care of yourself. I can no longer let your temper go wild."

"And I heard that your school transferred a transfer student with excellent grades? Your homeroom teacher said he was a genius with a super high IQ. He specially arranged him to be at the same table with you to drive you to study. Don't let you down The homeroom teacher's good intentions, if you don't know the questions, you can ask others."

Cheng Wang seems to have heard something funny, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"What are you laughing at? Did you hear me!"

Cheng Wang regained his normal expression, and said without changing his face, "Got it."

The weather has cooled down a bit these past few days, Song Yulan knitted a scarf for Song Mingwang, wrapped it around him when she went out, and handed him the umbrella when she delivered it to the school gate.

"Look, mom won't pick you up this afternoon if she has something to do. If you don't want to take the bus, you can take a taxi back by yourself."

Song Mingwang buried his snow-white chin into the scarf, and muffled, obviously unhappy.

Song Yulan was in a hurry to go to work, and she was not in the mood to comfort him, she just told him to get in quickly, he was going to be late, and then drove away.

Song Mingwang walked towards the school gate slowly, with buns and soy milk in his hand.

But as soon as he got to the school gate, he saw the electronic gate was slowly closing, so he ran a few steps quickly. Although he entered before the gate closed, he was still stopped by the security guard.

"Which class are you in? Do you know if you're late?"

But Song Mingwang was obviously not the only one who was late. Cheng Wang was carrying a bag on one shoulder, with his hands in his trouser pockets casually, and he stepped into the gate with his legs, just in time for the gate to be closed at the last moment.

The security guard glanced at him and then looked away, ready to continue to teach Song Mingwang a lesson, without any intention of telling him to stop.

"Wait a minute! Why didn't you call him? He's also late." Song Mingwang saw that Cheng Wang was about to pass by, and quickly grabbed his sleeves with both hands, saying plausibly.

Cheng Wan looked down at Song Mingwang expressionlessly, without speaking.

The security guard coughed involuntarily, "...I didn't see it."

Song Mingwang wished he could hang himself on Cheng Wang's body, and pulled him with all his might for fear that he would leave him and run away.

"Don't go, who told you that I lost my book."

After the bookstore put the book too high that day, he had no choice but to go back and find someone to help him get it, but when he came back, the book was gone, maybe it was taken away by other customers, and unfortunately the bookstore didn't have it either. It's superfluous.

"Both of you go." In the end, the security guard didn't let Cheng Wang stay, and simply asked Song Mingwang to go with him, "I let you off this time, but there will be no next time."

Song Mingwang snorted, and also realized that he was under Cheng Huan's favor.

Cheng Huan squinted at him for a while, his expression was unclear.

"What's wrong?" Song Mingwang scratched his face inexplicably, thinking that there was something dirty on his face.

Cheng Wan turned to face the security guard, and said in a deep voice, "Do you think his hair is a bit long?"

Song Mingwang was stunned.

One of the school regulations of the No. [-] Middle School prohibits boys from growing hair that is too long. It is so abnormal that even the length of the hair is stipulated. Song Mingwang's bangs are indeed a bit too long, almost covering his eyes.

The security guard immediately stroked his hair, and felt that what he said was right: "It's long, it needs to be cut."

He is obviously very experienced in dealing with this kind of situation, and he took out the scissors out of nowhere as he spoke, "Don't move, or if you cut it badly, you probably won't like it."

Song Mingwang took a few steps back and was about to run away, but he was stopped by Cheng Wang, who put his hands on his shoulders to hold him down, and asked with a half-smile, "Why are you going?"

His strength was so great that the hand on his shoulder made him unable to move at all, and even felt a little pain.

"Let me go!" Song Mingwang gritted his teeth.

"Don't let it go."

Song Mingwang resisted very fiercely. Whenever the security guard's scissors approached, he immediately turned his head away, making people wonder how to attack.

"Let me do it."

Song Mingwang opened his eyes involuntarily when he heard the deep voice of the person holding him down behind him.

Cheng Wang took the scissors from the security guard, and then firmly pressed his restless head.

"It's best not to move around, otherwise I don't know where it will be cut."

Song Mingwang froze.

The distance between the two was a little close, and they could hear each other's breathing. Song Mingwang was not used to being in contact with people, and just about to move, he thought of Cheng Wang's warning just now, which sounded like he didn't want to scare anyone at all, so he held back.

The movements of Cheng Wang's hands were very fast, and he felt that it was over in a short time. After he finished cutting, he handed the scissors to the security guard, and then looked at Song Mingwang.

"All right."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Song Mingwang seemed to see him smiling.

After returning to the classroom, Song Mingwang was still muttering in his heart. He took out the bun and just took a bite, then touched his own bangs sullenly, wondering what kind of cut it was for him.

"Fuck, what happened to your hair, who cut it for you, it looks like it was eaten by a dog."

Hearing Tian Mengmeng's fussy cry, Song Mingwang's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly asked someone to show him a mirror.

He was so angry that he almost jumped up on the spot.

There was a big cut in the middle of his bangs, and he didn't believe that this exaggerated curvature was not intentional.

He knew that Cheng Wang was not so kind, Song Mingwang looked sad, and stopped eating the buns, and wanted to settle the score with him immediately, but there was no one in the seat.

"Where is Cheng Yao?"

"I don't know, Tang Qin is not here anymore, I don't know where they went." It was a boy with a watermelon head who seemed to be named Luo Xiang.

Song Mingwang had no choice but to sit back. He didn't notice it just now, but now he realized that everyone in the class was looking at his bangs all the time, and they seemed to be holding back their smiles.

Thinking of how he walked all the way into the class with such absurd hair without knowing it, he suddenly felt hot, and wished he could find a crack in the ground and slip down.

"By the way, I've already inquired clearly. Brother Zhuang's little girlfriend seems to have a rich family. I heard that the small auditorium in the school was donated by her father."

Song Mingwang frowned: "But I seemed to hear her call brother that day..."

Tian Mengmeng waved his hands carelessly: "You don't understand this, this is the fun of other people's young lovers. Although I don't know much about Brother Lu's family situation, everyone knows that Brother Lu is the only child."

After he finished speaking, he approached him mysteriously, "What's the name brother? There are even more exciting names among young lovers. You haven't heard of it."

Song Mingwang nodded half-knowledge to show that he knew.

After the morning self-study class, Cheng Wang finally came back from the outside. He seemed to have just finished playing basketball, so he casually threw the basketball to the back of the classroom, then went to his seat, picked up mineral water and drank it with his head raised.

He was holding the mineral water bottle, his black hair was wet, water droplets dripped across the contours of his face, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down with the movement of swallowing.

Noticing that a hateful gaze had been falling on him, he knew who it was without guessing.

Cheng Wang turned his head and paused for a moment on his bangs like a dog gnawing, then looked away, and said flatly: "Don't say it, it's quite conspicuous, you can see the forehead at a glance."

Song Mingwang stared at him, biting his lip firmly, really felt a little wronged, he had never seen such an annoying person since he was a child.

Cheng Wang glanced at his face, paused for a few seconds, then twitched the corners of his mouth, "Since you want me not to mess with you, then let me give you a trick, don't talk to me in the future, can you do it?"

Song Mingwang was stunned for a moment, then immediately turned his head away and stopped talking.

Song Mingwang really didn't say a word to Cheng Wang for the whole morning, and he was immersed in his homework all the time, and Cheng Wang was happy to be quiet.

As soon as the bell rang at the end of the last class in the morning, it meant that the war had begun. With the shaking of the ground, the classroom was suddenly empty, only a few people were left, and the rest went to grab food.

Cheng Juan and Tang Tan were standing by the podium, Tang Tan simply sat on someone else's table, not knowing what to say to Cheng Juan, while Cheng Juan lowered his head and answered other people's news.

Song Mingwang didn't go to the cafeteria to eat because Song Yulan had prepared lunch for him. When the insulated box was opened, there was a hot and delicate meal, and there were some crooked words on the salad.

"Look, baby, don't be picky eaters."

Song Mingwang curled his lips and muttered a few times.

"Wow! Let me see, who made you a love lunch, your girlfriend?"

Tian Mengmeng originally wanted to make fun of Song Mingwang, but when he heard him say "it's my mother" very calmly, he was still choked up, and his face turned pale.

"...Say sorry to Auntie for me, and wish Auntie great prosperity and prosperity."

Who would have thought that Song Mingwang was so old that his family still needed to cook and bring food to school.

"Your mother is too used to you. Don't let my mother cook for me. It would be nice if she didn't let me cook for him."

"Hey, there are words on it, let me see what is written... I hope the little one is not picky eaters..." Tian Mengmeng held back his teeth and finished reading.

"Haha Song Ming, I hope you still need your mother to feed you when you are at home." Tang Qin cocked his legs carelessly, obviously heard what Tian Mengmeng said just now, and couldn't help interjecting to tease him.

Song Ming glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that Cheng Fan seemed to be looking in his direction too.

He couldn't help but let out a heavy hum from his nostrils, and deliberately turned his head away, ignoring them.

"Why don't you talk? Don't you talk a lot?" Tang Qin also felt that his attitude was weird.

Song Mingwang gulped his food and muttered, "I won't talk to you, it will make me stupid too."

He emphasized on the word "you", I don't know if Cheng Wang understood.

Song Mingwang yawned as soon as the bell rang for the end of the English class. The content of the class was simply drowsy for him, but he didn't allow himself to doze off in class, so he persisted until now.

Cheng Wang had already been lying on the table without moving, dreaming of going to Duke Zhou.

Song Mingwang didn't say a word to him for a day, but the two of them really lived in peace.

"Song Mingwang, someone is looking for you outside." A girl came in and called him.

Because the girl didn't deliberately lower her voice, the students who looked closer to Song Ming heard it, and couldn't help but look towards the door curiously.

Song Mingwang didn't even have any friends in class, so how could someone come to him.

When she saw a beautiful girl with a high ponytail waiting at the door, holding something tightly in her hands, her face was blushing, and she looked left and right nervously.

Everyone's expressions were a little magical, it couldn't be, it couldn't be what they thought.

"Fuck, fuck, look, there is a girl asking Song Ming to look out, do little girls like this type now?"

"Let me put it here for now. If anyone becomes a couple with Song Mingwang in the future, they may be so angry that they will be sent to the hospital during the date."

Cheng Wang was sleeping on the table, and he also heard other people's whispering, and felt that it was a bit noisy, which disturbed his sleep, so he clicked his tongue impatiently, and the surrounding suddenly became quiet.

Song Mingwang looked at the girl with dodgy eyes in front of him, feeling a little baffled, "What do you want from me?"

"I want you to help me." The girl's face was flushed, and she whispered.

"What are you busy with?"

"I want you to give this letter to Cheng Wang."

"What is this?" Song Mingwang took the envelope with a love heart on it, and anyone could tell it was a love letter, but he still looked left and right in a daze, and couldn't see anything.

"Don't worry about it, just give it to me." The girl said quickly, he didn't dare to give it to Cheng Wang in person, after all, he was rejected in person, so he wanted to ask his deskmate to help him.

"Do you like him?" Song Mingwang stared at the love heart on it for a moment, and finally enlightened, comprehended in an instant, and said slowly.

The girl's face turned even redder, and she hesitated and said nothing.

"But he has a girlfriend."

"...What?" The girl suddenly raised her head, her face pale.

"It's just that he has a girlfriend, a freshman in high school, I forgot the name, tall, and prettier than you." Song Mingwang recalled for a while, and found that he couldn't remember her appearance clearly, only that she was very beautiful.

Hearing his unceremonious comments, the girl's face became even uglier, and she wished she could grit her silver teeth.

"So what if you have a girlfriend, just give it to me, why are you talking so much?"

Song Mingwang stopped talking, and just when the girl was feeling uneasy and thought he was about to lose his temper, he suddenly asked, "Which class are you in?"

"Class five..."

"The physics teacher in your class is the grade leader, right?"

"..." She didn't understand how the topic jumped so fast.

"I'll help you, how about you lend me your physics notes?"

"……it is good."

That being said, after accepting the love letter, Song Mingwang didn't give it to Cheng Wang immediately. The reason was very simple, because he was still angry.

It wasn't until a certain math class in the afternoon that he finished the problems and was doing calculus calculations on the draft paper in a bored manner. Then he remembered the love letter in the book, so he took it out casually.

Cheng Wang sat beside him, propping his chin with one hand, while turning the pen absently with the other.

Suddenly, he saw a hand stretched out in front of him from the side, holding a letter with a big heart drawn on it.

He turned his head expressionlessly and looked at Song Mingwang.

The two looked at each other: "..."